While Dylan made patties and heated a pan, Mars put together the salad. “Who did the cooking for you and Tommy?”
“It was a joint affair. I did the work. He sat there and told me how and what to do.”
“Damn. And you let him?”
“Like I’ve said before, I was pretty much under his thumb. It was easier than making an issue of it. If I did, things usually ended badly.”
“I don’t get why you put up with it.”
“I told you, it just sort of happened. By the time I really understood what he was doing to me…” Dylan shrugged. “It was easier to go along with it, until I finally grew a pair and walked out.”
“You’re not that man now,” Mars commented before taking the bowl of salad and a bottle of dressing out to put it on the table.
“I’ve grown up,” Dylan replied, flipping the burgers. “More by necessity than anything else.”